‘Please,’ Kenley insisted. ‘Indulge an old man’s intense paranoia.’

Corso shrugged, and they began to walk parallel to the waves beating against the shoreline. In the distance, a lighting rig was being set up at the combat ring, and soon sent beams of blazing brilliance slicing through the freezing mist that clung to the terrain further inland. The voices of the work teams racing to get everything ready in time carried to them across the still air.

Kenley stopped after a minute and turned to face Corso. ‘There are rumours that Legislate forces are planning something at the Tierra cache.’

‘I guess bad news gets about fast,’ Corso replied, feeling weary. ‘Okay, they’re not just rumours. We found smuggled shipments of armaments being taken to the research base there. There’s a new batch of technical and research staff just arrived there too, and I’m not sure I can even bring myself to tell you just how many of them I think are Legislate agents.’

‘But surely there must be something you can do,’ Kenley protested. ‘You’re in charge of the Peacekeeper Authority.’

‘Yeah, but nobody elected me. And I was only accepted at first because everyone I dealt with was shit-scared of so much as sneezing in Dakota Merrick’s direction. Everything went downhill once she left. And now we’ve managed to speed up the production of new superluminal drives, it’s just a matter of time before someone decides to make a grab for the cache.’

‘You make it sound like there’s going to be a war.’

There already is a war, Corso thought. Yet most people seemed unable to grasp the notion that a conflict happening thousands of light-years away could possibly impinge upon them. Far fewer seemed to appreciate the enormous danger they were all facing.

‘The way things are looking, it’s going to be a pretty one-sided war.’ He lowered his voice, even though there was no one nearby who could possibly hear them over the crashing of the surf. ‘Did you find out who ordered the arrest of Martinez and his senior officers?’

Kenley nodded. ‘It was Jarret, after he arranged a quorum of senators through a series of back-room deals. I don’t have any hard evidence, but I’m very, very sure he’s got his hands deep in the Legislate’s pockets. More than that, he has someone working for him on board the Mjollnir.’

Corso stopped and stared at him. ‘Who?’

‘His name’s Simenon. Martinez’s second in command.’

Corso’s mask made a harsh metallic sound as he sucked in his breath. ‘Damn.’